I don't own Blindspot or any of these wonderful characters. This is just a little Jeller fluff, because why not?

Jane woke up with a terrible headache. Groaning she turned over and looked at the clock.

She was going to be late if she didn't get on with it.

"Coffee?"

"How'd you sleep?" She asked Roman sitting up with a smile.

"Good, until the sun woke me," He told her.

"Maybe we could get some heavier curtains," She accepted the cup he passed her.

"No," He denied, "It was nice. Not a lot of sun in my last place."

"We better get on with it," Jane stood up and steadied herself.

"What's wrong?" Roman moved over to her side and took her coffee back.

"My head is killing me," Jane admitted.

Looking at her bruised face, Roman worried, "Did you get checked out by a doctor last night?"

"I'm fine," Jane insisted, "It's probably just the left over effects from the drugs."

"So when am I going to meet Oliver?" Roman asked her.

"Never," Jane denied, "He dumped me."

"You were abducted because of him, saved his ass and then he dumps you?" Roman asked in disbelief.

"That makes me feel even worse." Jane told him, "Even after everything he couldn't accept who I was."

"Then he's an idiot." Roman told her.

"You're biased," She smiled at him.

"With reason," He insisted.

Smiling she turned toward the closet. The room spun alarmingly and she knew nothing else.

Roman caught Jane before she could hit the floor. Lowering her gently down, he quickly moved over to the door to summon his handlers.

He opened the front door and motioned to them, "Its Jane…somethings wrong."

They followed him inside and knelt down next to the still unconscious Jane.

"What happened?" They asked him suspiciously.

"She woke up, said she had a terrible headache. Then she just collapsed."

"We need to call an ambulance and Weller," The agent kneeling next to Jane warned.

Just then Jane began to stir.

"What…?" She looked up at the agents leaning over her.

"Don't get up," Roman warned her.

"Did I faint?" She asked ignoring Roman and sitting up.

"Don't move," The agent cautioned her.

"Call the ambulance," Roman insisted.

"No," Jane insisted, "I don't need an ambulance,"

"You fainted," Roman reminded her.

"At lease call Weller," The agent insisted.

"No," Jane denied, "Please, just let me up."

Roman assisted her and she moved over and sat on the bed. She was shaky. She didn't want to admit it, but she wasn't fine.

She watched the agent dial and lift his phone to his ear with reluctant acceptance.

Weller was already sitting behind his desk when his phone rang. Looking down he tensed when he realized that it was Roman's detail.

"Weller," He answered immediately.

"We've had an incident," The agent advised.

"What type of incident?" He asked already standing and heading toward the door.

"Roman called us inside and we found Jane was unconscious on the bedroom floor." He was advised.

"Did you call for an ambulance?" He demanded immediately.

"No," The agent denied, "She woke up and insisted she didn't need one."

"She could be bleeding out and she would insist that she's fine," Kurt said in worried frustration.

"What do you want us to do?" The agent asked.

"Drive her to the hospital, I'll meet you there." Kurt told them.

He left the office with a racing heart and worried frown.

"You could have at least let me get dressed," She told Roman pulling the blanket more tightly around her.

"Just be glad we didn't call the ambulance." Roman argued back.

She was sitting on a gurney in one of the examination rooms. Roman was hovering over her and making her nervous.

"This is ridiculous," She insisted.

"Ridiculous or not you're getting checked out," Kurt told her from the doorway.

She looked over at him in surprise, "You didn't have to come all the way over here."

"What'd the doctor say?" Kurt ignored her comment.

"I haven't seen one yet," Jane told him.

"What's the hold up?" He demanded.

"I don't think that fainting is exactly an emergency," Jane insisted.

"I'm going to find the doctor." Kurt turned around and left.

"How do you feel right now?" Roman worried.
"Well enough to have walked in here," Jane told him, "You didn't have to carry me."

"Does you head still hurt?" He worried.

"Roman," Jane placed her hand on his arm, "I'm fine. Please don't worry."

Kurt returned with a doctor in tow.

"It seems like you might have this gentleman worried," The doctor told Jane moving over to her side.

She looked over and met Kurt's eyes. He did look worried.

"I was just a little dizzy," Jane told the doctor.

"She fainted," Roman denied.

"Looks like you've might have been in an accident recently?" The Doctor checked Jane's eyes.

"She was abducted," Kurt told the doctor.

"Abducted?" The Doctor looked at Jane in concern.

"I was drugged," Jane admitted, "Held for ransom with a man I was seeing."

"What drug was used?" The Doctor asked.

"I don't know," Jane admitted,

"How long were you unconscious?" The Doctor continued his examination.

"Overnight," Jane explained.

"All night?" The doctor confirmed.

"Yes," Jane agreed.

"When you woke up…did you experience anything that might have made you think you'd been assaulted?" The Doctor asked bluntly.

Jane looked away uncomfortably, "No…"

"What?" Roman demanded.

"Some of my clothes had been removed," Jane reluctantly admitted, "But it was just my top. They were probably just looking at the tattoos."

Kurt didn't say anything, but the look on his face spoke volumes.
"I really don't think anything happened," She insisted.

"We'll check," The doctor told her, "Have you had consensual sex in the last 48 hours?"

Jane blushed and told him, "No."

"Any chance you might be pregnant?" The Doctor further questioned.

"No," Jane cleared her throat uncomfortably.

"You're menstrual cycle is no indication," The Doctor warned her.

"I haven't been…intimate with anyone." Jane all but whispered.

Kurt looked away to hide the satisfaction that confession brought him.

"Okay, we're going to do some blood work. See if we can determine what drugs were used."

Jane swallowed a couple of time and tried to concentrate on what the doctor was saying. Her ears had started to ring alarmingly.

Kurt was the first person to realize her distress. He moved over to her side quickly and pulled her against his chest. She rested her head against him gratefully.

"This isn't normal," Kurt told the doctor in frustration.

"No," The Doctor calmly agreed.

"Looks like you're going to be admitted," The Doctor told Jane.

When she didn't protest, Roman and Kurt shared a worried look.

"Do you want me to call Oliver?" Kurt forced himself to ask.

"No," Jane hastily assured him.

"He dumped her after all of that," Roman told Kurt, his anger for Jane apparent.

"Thanks Roman," Jane said without opening her eyes.

Kurt looked down at Jane and if she'd been looking she would have been surprised at the look on his face. He was furious with all that Oliver had put Jane through, but he couldn't deny he wasn't upset that their relationship was over.

"Does your head still hurt?" Roman worried.

"Only a little," Jane lied.

Kurt's hand automatically began rubbing her head where is still lay against his chest.

Roman watched them with a little smile.

"That feels great," Jane admitted.

The doctor left and before long an orderly came in with a hospital bed.

"We need to get you transferred over," He told her looking at the exposed portions of her skin with interest. Since she was still in her nightwear, there was a lot of skin to see.

Kurt glared at the man before pulling the blanket up and around Jane's shoulders. Instead of stepping aside, he picked Jane up and transferred her over to the other bed himself.

"Thanks," She told Kurt letting her arm fall from his shoulders.

"I'll go ahead and take her to her new room," The orderly advised them, "You can stop by admissions."

"We're going with her," Kurt denied.

"Okay," The orderly looked from one man to the other. He did not want to mess with these two. "You can come with."

Jane didn't know how they managed it, but Roman and Kurt stood vigil during her examination. They were there when they took her blood for analysis. The only time that they gave her any privacy was when the nurse came in with the rape kit. It was invasive and uncomfortable. Jane was relieved when they nurse left.

No sooner than the door closed behind the nurse than it was pushed back open and Kurt came back inside.

"Where's Roman?" Jane worried.

"He went to use the bathroom," Kurt explained as he came over and sat on the side of her bed.

"Oh," Jane said awkwardly.

"I'm sorry," Kurt told Jane with a worried frown.

"For what?" Jane asked him in surprise.

"For not getting you to a doctor last night," Kurt told her.

"It's not important," Jane assured him, "You gave me the best gift I've ever had. You don't need to be sorry about anything."

"By the time Zapata and I got back from Vermont," Kurt said ignoring her protest, "Everything had settled back down, I just didn't realize you hadn't seen the doctor yet."

"Kurt," Jane reached over and touched his leg, "It's fine, I'm fine."

"It isn't and you're not," He argued.

"It's probably just whatever they gave us to knock us out," Jane insisted.

"Why didn't you tell me about your shirt?" Kurt asked her.

"I wasn't stripped," Jane insisted, "I don't feel…sore or anything."

"You know that's not a good enough, we need to be sure. You don't have to be traumatized to have been assaulted." Kurt argued.

"Well, they're checking," Jane reassured him.

"You still look pale," Kurt worried, putting her hair behind her ear.

"I don't feel great," Jane admitted.

"Did you have any breakfast yet?" Kurt worried.

"No," Jane admitted, "I was sick last night after I ate."

"When was the last time you ate?" Kurt immediately demanded.

Jane frowned.

"Jane?" Kurt knew the longer she took to figure this out, the more worried he was becoming.

"I ate last night when we got home," Jane told him, "But I was sick later…so…I guess lunch the day before."

"So you haven't eaten anything that stayed down for almost two days?" Kurt clarified.

"They didn't feed us, plus Oliver and I didn't have a chance to eat before we were abducted. I was sick last night…so yes almost two days." She reluctantly told him.

"No wonder you fainted. The drug they used on top of your lack of food," Kurt reeled in his need to shout at her.

Roman pushed open the door and joined them, "Everything okay?" He worried at the tense silence.

"Jane hasn't eaten in almost two days," Kurt told him,

"She ate with me last night," Roman insisted.

"I got sick afterward," Jane told him.

Just then the Doctor came back in to confirm what they'd already expected, "Young lady you are dangerously dehydrated and anemic."

"What about the drugs and rape kit?" Kurt worried.

"The drugs have seemingly cleared her system and there was no indication of any assault and no specimen was found." The Doctor assured them.

"What now?" Kurt worried.

"We're going to start her on an IV, and keep her for observation." The Doctor explained, "With any luck, she'll be ready to go home tomorrow."

"Thanks, Doc," Roman told him looking over at Jane in relief.

"I told you it was nothing," Jane assured him, reaching for his hand.

"Not nothing," The Doctor argued, "You need to start taking better care of yourself."

"She will," Kurt promised with a look she was beginning to recognize. Stubborn determination, he was going to be unbearable, she just knew it.

Jane laid her head back against the pillows while the nurse expertly inserted the IV drip. She succumbed to sleep within minutes, unaware of the two men who shared their silent vigil, unified in their need to watch over her.